The two thousand fishmen looked at the newly renovated city in front of them, and the hundreds of winged people in the sky were constantly hovering over the Golden Tribe.

Xiao Jinxing raised his head and looked solemnly at these creeps who appeared for the first time for a long time, and licked his lips.

"Could this be what Ayir said about the Winged Man?" Xiao Jinxing said to himself with a wry smile.

Then he looked at the pale-faced but determined-eyed warriors around him, and finally grinned slightly.

If you are really not afraid of death, what kind of fish-man and wing-man creeping monsters are you afraid of?

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It's almost dusk.

The shouts of killing resounded throughout the day, and Xiao Jinxing and Xin'er, who had retreated into the high platform, looked at the fishmen who rushed into the tribe covered in blood and opened their bloody mouths.

But there was not the slightest fear in the eyes of the warriors who kept fighting against it in retreat.

Because on this day, all the people chose to be the protagonists of the hymns that fluttered on the grassland in the future.

When the fishmen charged to attack the city, the allied soldiers tilted all the arrows down the city, although they did not cause much damage to the fishmen as before, but the arrows all over the ground made the fishmen in a dilemma, and their movements were abnormally slow.

At this time, thousands of poor savage soldiers in the city opened the gates of the city under the surprised eyes of the fishmen, and they rushed away with the fire fold and the fire oil face in their arms, ready to die with the monsters.

Convinced that the flames would consume the sins of the people, some of the poor savages offered to take the form of messengers of the god of fire, armed with the most powerful weapons in the world to burn and slay ugly beasts.

Most importantly, they believed that they would not be burned to death, but would have eternal life in the fire.

Although the strong combat power of the fish people made many soldiers become a wisp of dead spirits before they had time to light the oil oil, there are still many people who lit the oil before they died, dragging the fish people in front of them into the flames and killing them together.

When the fishmen finally broke through the siege of the daring soldiers and came to the tribal city.

Outside the city, several, dozens, dozens of people were left with charred black statues of people hugging or pressing along with the worms.

When the fishmen began to climb the city head again and chisel through the city wall, countless warriors sprinkled fire oil on the city, turning the city into a hell of fire, forcing the fishmen who carved the city to flee quickly and did not dare to stay in the city.

When the warriors at the head of the city saw that the fishmen who were attached to the edge of the city and climbed bravely were about to arrive at the head of the city, countless people made the same choice, they resolutely jumped off the city, using their bodies as arrows and their flesh and blood as spears, and smashed or hugged or dragged those fishmen who climbed the city wall and moved into the fire under the city.

Finally, the fish people were frightened and retreated, this is a scene that has never appeared in history, this is a new chapter rewritten by the warriors of the grassland.

Watching the retreat of more than a thousand wrigglings, every soldier defending the city had a firmer decision about their choice.

The fish-men launched several more sieges of the city, and the fire oil at the head of the city was gradually exhausted, and finally with the cooperation of the winged people, the city wall still collapsed.

Xiao Jinxing immediately ordered the archers in the retreating tribe to climb the high platform, while the foot soldiers formed a dense battle formation to resist the worms who rushed into the tribe.

The tribesmen in the tribe had already withdrawn from the south gate, and the warriors in the tribe had no worries and did not appear in the panic of the previous war, they gathered together to resist the fish people who rushed in and the winged people who were diving in the sky at any time.

And the fish people who rushed into the tribe were also bitter, they thought that after rushing into the tribe, those humans would form a rout like last time, but they didn't expect to be greeted by a dense battle formation.

Those battle formations are often in groups of more than a dozen people, and the dozens of groups are gathered together, like hedgehogs with sharp spikes.

Often, when the fish-men were about to slaughter the soldiers in the formation, the rest of the battle formations in the four sides would immediately rush to attack those fish-men in the middle, ignoring the fish-men who rushed up behind them.

As a result, the besieged Fishmen will eventually die, and most of the warriors who are besieging the Fishmen with all their might will also die.

But after all, one less worm died, and over time, those fish people would hesitate when they saw the humans in front of them.

As for the Winged Men of the Heavens, although they fly high in the sky, whenever they swoop down to attack the warriors on a certain platform, they will be taken care of by the archers on several high platforms.

Because they weren't as thick-skinned as the fishmen, they stopped swooping after losing dozens of people and just hovered over the tribe.

When the Worms invaded the Golden Tribe, they found that they had only advanced a few hundred paces in nearly half a day.

Although the hundreds of paces were littered with corpse marks, and despite the disgusting blood of the tribe, the hellish tribe remained firmly in the hands of the coalition forces.

It's just that more than 30,000 soldiers are now less than 10,000 people left in less than a day's battle, even if the soldiers are scattered everywhere, but everyone can see that the four sides are full of stumps and broken arms, and they are all rivers of blood.

The only reason that didn't break the sergeants instantly was the occasional large corpse in the severed limbs and rivers of blood.

Being able to kill those seemingly incomparably powerful beasts in hand-to-hand combat is enough to make these soldiers have infinite ambitions.

Xiao Jinxing, who was standing on the high platform, could see clearly that today's battle was able to persist until now, which was enough to prove that the three armies under his command were killed, and the soldiers were not afraid of death.

If this army wields Xiao Guan, then Xiao Jinxing is fully convinced that such an iron army will be an invincible division that dominates the world.

It's a pity that today they are all going to fall on this Huaxu grassland.

He turned his head to look at Xin'er, who was already numb but still not out of childishness, and said with a wry smile:

"Xin'er, I'm afraid we're all going to die today, are you afraid?"

After listening to Xiao Jinxing's words, Xin'er, who was dazed, although her eyes flickered a few times, but then she still showed a trace of determination.

She hugged Xiao Jinxing's arm and said:

"My brother is not afraid, Xin'er is not afraid, what is there to be afraid of dying with my brother. It's just that I can't sing to my brother anymore. ”

Xiao Jinxing laughed when he heard this, gently scraped Xin'er's nose with his hand, and said loudly under the gaze of everyone on the high platform:

"Come, Xin'er, sing a hymn to the grassland, let's fight and die here together."

As soon as Xiao Jinxing's words fell, a loud pastoral song sounded from the high platform, and this pastoral song flew out with the cold wind, floating in every battlefield and every corner of the Golden Tribe.

"Who's singing, so good?"

"Are there any women in the army? This is the pastoral song of my hometown, which my shepherd mother used to sing when I was a child. ”

"You see, isn't that a Derutou man singing? It turns out that he is a woman. ”

"Before he died, he could still hear the pastoral songs of his hometown, and when Lao Tzu died, he could be regarded as a soul returning to his hometown, haha."

Inspired by the madrigal, all the soldiers in battle became more and more courageous with smiles on their faces, and looked at death more and more.

Just as Xiao Jinxing looked at the killing and fighting around the tribe and listened to Xin'er's singing and sighed, he suddenly heard a roar like a dragon's roar outside the city.

With the sound of the whistle, the worms who rushed into the tribe withdrew from the tribe like a tidal wave. The winged man hovering in the sky disappeared at the same time.

For a moment, the Manchu tribe was left with only the soldiers who stood still listening to the whistling, and their eyes were reluctant to blink as they stared at the sound of the sound.

"Quickly occupy the city, quickly occupy the city."

Just when everyone was overwhelmed by this sudden whistle, a shout from the high platform where Xiao Jinxing was located made everyone suddenly wake up.

Then, they raised their weapons one after another, and with a determined gaze, they stepped over the corpses and staggered towards the collapsed city walls.

When Xiao Jinxing returned to the city, he saw the ragged robe beside him, a scarred warrior.

The Conan head of the Tiz Savage tribe only had one arm left at this time, but he still looked at the statue of the Gu people in the distance outside the city with a resolute face. Qiuzi's back was scratched by the wriggling man's claws, and even Sen Sen's bones could be seen, but he was still standing beside Xiao Jinxing with a stick and axe.

Zhezhe was supported by others, and he was covered in blood, and the gray linen clothes he was wearing were dyed dark black.

It's just that Zhetuo and Sukuo are gone, and although Xiao Jinxing has been prepared in his heart, he still can't bear the sorrow that keeps encroaching.

Outside the tribe, the black corpses like sculptures still stand on the grassland, and they are like monuments erected on the vast wilderness.

And everyone in the city has nothing but endless pride in their hearts in the face of these towering monuments.

Because although he is alive, he has fought to the death without fear of death like them, no one cowardly takes a step back, and no one gives up an inch of the land given by the Immortal Heaven.

A thin line gradually appeared in the grassland sky where the worms disappeared, and the thin line changed from thin to thick, from small to large, and slowly appeared in the eyes of everyone in the city.

As the sound of inhaling from the city sounded, Xiao Jinxing laughed.

He pointed to the mighty enemy in front of him, who seemed to be coming with thousands of horses, and shouted:

"Warriors!

I know that you are afraid when you see the enemy in front of you, how can I not be like this, Xiao Jinxing,

I know that you have regrets about the impending death, and I Xiao Jinxing is not like this,

These strange beasts and monsters are brutal and ferocious, and they will not even die happily if they are enemies.

In our hometown, there are still parents and wives waiting for us to graze and hunt, waiting for us to go back.

But what's the use of thinking about it at this point?

There must be many people among you who complain that I, Xiao Jinxing, have brought you to this strange grassland to fight these monsters to the death.

Complaining that I, Xiao Jinxing, shouldn't be so happy and take you all the way to the east and west.

But is that really the case?

Today, I will tell you the truth, so that when you are dying, you will know for whom your life has been lost, and for whom your blood is shed.